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Chapter 379: "Young Sorcerer Supreme... Holy shit, L-Lord Trigon?!"
The two figures battling beyond the universe were already embroiled in a fight involving timelines and rules. The damage they inflicted upon the universe would only grow more terrifying as time passed.
Vast swaths of planets were obliterated. A massive galaxy, hundreds of thousands of light-years in diameter, was utterly destroyed in the aftershocks of Tony and Trigon's battle. Countless planets exploded, reduced to their most basic matter, but even more couldn't even leave matter behind, being directly annihilated.
The timeline fell into a state of chaos. A large number of tangible things began to exist in a state where reality and illusion intertwined, making one worry that the timeline itself might collapse.
If the timeline were to crumble, this universe would be more than half destroyed, and everything would have to begin anew.
Countless weaker lifeforms prayed in silence. The unlucky were swept up and destroyed by the aftershocks, while the fortunate could only tremble in fear, awaiting fate's judgment.
A large expanse of space was torn asunder. The sight of Tony being sent flying carved a deep wound into the universe.
"Interesting. A being from the multiverse holding the power crystal of that vengeful old woman can actually last ten seconds in my hands."
Trigon stood tall. With a single stride, he crushed a galaxy underfoot, turning it into the most insignificant spark. His demonic form, which seemed to burst through the confines of the universe, glared at Tony, a tyrannical aura flashing in his six blood-red eyes.
Tony's figure flew back for tens of thousands of light-years before he could barely stop himself. He spat out a mouthful of blood as large cracks appeared all over his body, like a piece of heavily damaged porcelain that would shatter at the slightest touch.
The green light of the Time Stone flashed, attempting to retrace the timeline, but this universe's timeline was also in disarray, making a true restoration impossible.
The damage remained; it could only be slightly repaired.
*Crack...*
A distinct crack appeared on the Time Stone.
Tony wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face savage. An unbearable, searing pain wracked his body and soul. He was covered in wounds.
It was a miserable sight. He had exhausted the power of five Infinity Stones only to survive for ten seconds against Trigon.
The gap was far too great. Not only was he weaker than Trigon, but even if they were at the same level and using identical power, he was destined to be suppressed.
This was because he was merely a multiversal being, putting him at a severe disadvantage against a singularity being. With every move, he had to frantically calculate countless possibilities to protect his other selves across time and space, preventing them from being instantly killed by a careless move from Trigon.
At the very least, a multiversal being had far too many things to account for when facing a singularity being; they could never use their full power.
The Allspark only served to fix his current soul in place, like a nail pinning his constantly shifting self to this specific timeline in this universe.
The Allspark was a singularity, but Tony himself was not. He was merely borrowing its properties to preserve himself.
"I thought you would send your true form... As expected, the you right now is just a clone."
Tony looked at the blood on his hands. Every single red blood cell had withered, its last drop of energy drained by Tony. The barely living cells were now perishing under Trigon's assault.
Trigon looked as if he had heard the greatest joke, his mouth splitting into a grin that revealed a set of teeth that would make one's hair stand on end. "Which being from the Sphere of the Gods would send their true form into the multiverse?"
"To destroy you wretches, a tiny little clone is more than enough."
"A single clone is sufficient to reboot the entire multiverse."
Trigon chuckled, his voice laced with immense malice and a roar of ultimate tyranny. His omnipresent psychic power spontaneously began to corrode everything around him.
In the Sphere of the Gods, any singular gods of Level Eight or above always sent clones to roam the multiverse.
For example, Darkseid. In his early years, the Dark Lord was assassinated by a Dark Walker. His god-core was shattered, and most of his power re-coalesced to form the main body that presided over Apokolips. The remaining part drifted into the multiverse, becoming countless Darkseid clones, all frantically searching for clues to the Anti-Life Equation.
"A Level Eight clone... If it dies here, your true form will surely feel the pain, right?"
Trigon's laughter was sinister and malicious, but Tony's was even more bone-chilling. He revealed his blood-stained teeth and licked the streaks of blood, savoring the bloody taste.
If... Trigon died here, surely his true form would feel the sting of loss?
Tony raised his head, looking up at the boundless form of Trigon, a savage smile spreading across his face.
On his right hand, the Infinity Stones embedded in the Infinity Gauntlet radiated light, dazzling in the dark universe. Five different powers were fusing perfectly, all under Tony's command.
"What did you say? You want to kill me?" Trigon suddenly laughed, a terribly grim sound.
His six crimson eyes turned a deep, bloody red. Twisted veins bulged on his forehead, and the two sharp horns there began to tremble. Magma appeared everywhere, corrupting space-time and covering everything.
Six terrifying red beams of light converged, carrying an aura of destruction that annihilated all traces of existence as they shot straight for Tony's head.
The terrifying heat of hundreds of millions of degrees brought with it an indescribable inferno, destroying all rules understood by humans as it enveloped Tony, bent on his destruction.
"When you were sitting high and mighty on your throne, you should have expected the day I'd topple you."
Tony roared with laughter and whipped out a parchment scroll. In front of Trigon, the ancient hell contract began to move without any wind. Raging hellfire ignited, burning the parchment scroll to ashes.
A gate opened, and a message was transmitted directly to Hell. A majestic figure stepped across the dimensional boundary.
His tone of voice held an ecstasy that was suppressed to the extreme, as if the master of the contract had been waiting for Tony's summons all along.
"Young Sorcerer Supreme..."
"The great Lord of Hell, Mephisto, honoring our agreement, has come following the ancient contract, promising to fulfill your wish. Do you... Holy shit, L-Lord Trigon?!!!"
Mephisto, with his yellow eyes, his long and powerful demonic form, and his long cape, had just made his entrance, believing himself to be the center of all glory.
But the moment he saw the *true* demonic form that rivaled the size of a universe, the expression he had been working so hard to keep calm, suppressing his elation, froze solid.
His pair of yellow eyes met Trigon's three pairs of blood-red eyes, each the size of a galaxy. In terms of presence, he was utterly crushed.
Like a rat seeing a cat, Mephisto, who had been trying to look down on Tony with his towering frame, naturally shrank a few dozen centimeters, his posture filled with humility, terror, and rage directed at Tony.
Holy hell, had he been screwed over by Tony again?!
How many times has it been now?
Three times!
The cunning demon Mephisto had been deceived by a human three times!
"W-what are you doing here?"
Mephisto forced a smile, his face looking as though it was about to break into tears as he asked.
(end of chapter)
The two figures battling beyond the universe were already embroiled in a fight involving timelines and rules. The damage they inflicted upon the universe would only grow more terrifying as time passed.
Vast swaths of planets were obliterated. A massive galaxy, hundreds of thousands of light-years in diameter, was utterly destroyed in the aftershocks of Tony and Trigon's battle. Countless planets exploded, reduced to their most basic matter, but even more couldn't even leave matter behind, being directly annihilated.
The timeline fell into a state of chaos. A large number of tangible things began to exist in a state where reality and illusion intertwined, making one worry that the timeline itself might collapse.
If the timeline were to crumble, this universe would be more than half destroyed, and everything would have to begin anew.
Countless weaker lifeforms prayed in silence. The unlucky were swept up and destroyed by the aftershocks, while the fortunate could only tremble in fear, awaiting fate's judgment.
A large expanse of space was torn asunder. The sight of Tony being sent flying carved a deep wound into the universe.
"Interesting. A being from the multiverse holding the power crystal of that vengeful old woman can actually last ten seconds in my hands."
Trigon stood tall. With a single stride, he crushed a galaxy underfoot, turning it into the most insignificant spark. His demonic form, which seemed to burst through the confines of the universe, glared at Tony, a tyrannical aura flashing in his six blood-red eyes.
Tony's figure flew back for tens of thousands of light-years before he could barely stop himself. He spat out a mouthful of blood as large cracks appeared all over his body, like a piece of heavily damaged porcelain that would shatter at the slightest touch.
The green light of the Time Stone flashed, attempting to retrace the timeline, but this universe's timeline was also in disarray, making a true restoration impossible.
The damage remained; it could only be slightly repaired.
*Crack...*
A distinct crack appeared on the Time Stone.
Tony wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face savage. An unbearable, searing pain wracked his body and soul. He was covered in wounds.
It was a miserable sight. He had exhausted the power of five Infinity Stones only to survive for ten seconds against Trigon.
The gap was far too great. Not only was he weaker than Trigon, but even if they were at the same level and using identical power, he was destined to be suppressed.
This was because he was merely a multiversal being, putting him at a severe disadvantage against a singularity being. With every move, he had to frantically calculate countless possibilities to protect his other selves across time and space, preventing them from being instantly killed by a careless move from Trigon.
At the very least, a multiversal being had far too many things to account for when facing a singularity being; they could never use their full power.
The Allspark only served to fix his current soul in place, like a nail pinning his constantly shifting self to this specific timeline in this universe.
The Allspark was a singularity, but Tony himself was not. He was merely borrowing its properties to preserve himself.
"I thought you would send your true form... As expected, the you right now is just a clone."
Tony looked at the blood on his hands. Every single red blood cell had withered, its last drop of energy drained by Tony. The barely living cells were now perishing under Trigon's assault.
Trigon looked as if he had heard the greatest joke, his mouth splitting into a grin that revealed a set of teeth that would make one's hair stand on end. "Which being from the Sphere of the Gods would send their true form into the multiverse?"
"To destroy you wretches, a tiny little clone is more than enough."
"A single clone is sufficient to reboot the entire multiverse."
Trigon chuckled, his voice laced with immense malice and a roar of ultimate tyranny. His omnipresent psychic power spontaneously began to corrode everything around him.
In the Sphere of the Gods, any singular gods of Level Eight or above always sent clones to roam the multiverse.
For example, Darkseid. In his early years, the Dark Lord was assassinated by a Dark Walker. His god-core was shattered, and most of his power re-coalesced to form the main body that presided over Apokolips. The remaining part drifted into the multiverse, becoming countless Darkseid clones, all frantically searching for clues to the Anti-Life Equation.
"A Level Eight clone... If it dies here, your true form will surely feel the pain, right?"
Trigon's laughter was sinister and malicious, but Tony's was even more bone-chilling. He revealed his blood-stained teeth and licked the streaks of blood, savoring the bloody taste.
If... Trigon died here, surely his true form would feel the sting of loss?
Tony raised his head, looking up at the boundless form of Trigon, a savage smile spreading across his face.
On his right hand, the Infinity Stones embedded in the Infinity Gauntlet radiated light, dazzling in the dark universe. Five different powers were fusing perfectly, all under Tony's command.
"What did you say? You want to kill me?" Trigon suddenly laughed, a terribly grim sound.
His six crimson eyes turned a deep, bloody red. Twisted veins bulged on his forehead, and the two sharp horns there began to tremble. Magma appeared everywhere, corrupting space-time and covering everything.
Six terrifying red beams of light converged, carrying an aura of destruction that annihilated all traces of existence as they shot straight for Tony's head.
The terrifying heat of hundreds of millions of degrees brought with it an indescribable inferno, destroying all rules understood by humans as it enveloped Tony, bent on his destruction.
"When you were sitting high and mighty on your throne, you should have expected the day I'd topple you."
Tony roared with laughter and whipped out a parchment scroll. In front of Trigon, the ancient hell contract began to move without any wind. Raging hellfire ignited, burning the parchment scroll to ashes.
A gate opened, and a message was transmitted directly to Hell. A majestic figure stepped across the dimensional boundary.
His tone of voice held an ecstasy that was suppressed to the extreme, as if the master of the contract had been waiting for Tony's summons all along.
"Young Sorcerer Supreme..."
"The great Lord of Hell, Mephisto, honoring our agreement, has come following the ancient contract, promising to fulfill your wish. Do you... Holy shit, L-Lord Trigon?!!!"
Mephisto, with his yellow eyes, his long and powerful demonic form, and his long cape, had just made his entrance, believing himself to be the center of all glory.
But the moment he saw the *true* demonic form that rivaled the size of a universe, the expression he had been working so hard to keep calm, suppressing his elation, froze solid.
His pair of yellow eyes met Trigon's three pairs of blood-red eyes, each the size of a galaxy. In terms of presence, he was utterly crushed.
Like a rat seeing a cat, Mephisto, who had been trying to look down on Tony with his towering frame, naturally shrank a few dozen centimeters, his posture filled with humility, terror, and rage directed at Tony.
Holy hell, had he been screwed over by Tony again?!
How many times has it been now?
Three times!
The cunning demon Mephisto had been deceived by a human three times!
"W-what are you doing here?"
Mephisto forced a smile, his face looking as though it was about to break into tears as he asked.
(end of chapter)
